Eleven.
I wonder,
Like so many,
Why you are not pronounced, "onety-one."
Eleven,
You are a girl's worst nightmare.
You are an awkward age-
Not quite a teenager,
Not quite a child.
You are built like a supermodel-
Two slender sticks,
Never gaining an ounce.
Eleven,
You are odd.
Too many to count on two hands,
Too few to make you stand out.
Eleven,
I wonder,
Like so many,
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